And the great dead themselves, with jovial breath
Bid you be merry and remember death.
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Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,
Little Turk or Japanee,Oh! don’t you wish that you were me?You have seen the scarlet treesAnd the lions over seas;You have eaten ostrich eggs,And turned the turtle off their legs.Such a life is very fine,But it’s not so nice as mine:You must often as you trod,Have wearied NOT to be abroad.You have curious things to…
NOR judge me light, tho’ light at times I seem,
The innumerable flaws of changeful care –Nor judge me light for this, nor rashly deem(Office forbid to mortals, kept supremeAnd separate the prerogative of God!)That seaman idle who is borne abroadTo the far haven by the favouring stream.Not he alone that to contrarious seasOpposes, all night long, the unwearied oar,Not he alone, by high success…
WHEN Thomas set this tablet here,
And ere the moss had dimmed the stone,Time had defaced that garrison.Now I in turn keep watch and wardIn my red house, in my walled yardOf sunflowers, sitting here at easeWith friends and my bright canvases.But hark, and you may hear quite plainTime’s chuckled laughter in the lane.
Up into the cherry tree
I held the trunk with both my handsAnd looked abroad in foreign lands.I saw the next door garden lie,Adorned with flowers, before my eye,And many pleasant places moreThat I had never seen before.I saw the dimpling river passAnd be the sky’s blue looking-glass;The dusty roads go up and downWith people tramping in to town.If I…
I have a hoard of treasure in my breast;
Full of my bygone lifetime’s garnered store –Old pleasures crowned with sorrow for a zest,Old sorrow grown a joy, old penance blest,Chastened remembrance of the sins of yoreThat, like a new evangel, more and moreSupports our halting will toward the best.Ah! what to us the barren after yearsMay bring of joy or sorrow, who can…
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky.
For every night at teatime and before you take your seat,With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street.Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea,And my papa’s a banker and as rich as he can be;But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I’m to do,O Leerie,…